Confessions of a NaNoWriMo slacker

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postaday2012, target, word count, writing, writing goals

Yes I have a confession to make, I am slacking off with my NaNoWriMo daily word target. It is day 11 and I have a measly 8500 words written and it is almost day 12. It isn’t due to lack of story, it is due to spending my weekends with my hubby because that is the only time we have together. What I really need to do, is put in the extra writing during the week to make up for the two days of not writing. That is completely on me, not my hubby, I have to stop being lazy/procrastinating or whatever I am doing that is standing in my way of writing fluidly without an constraint.

Depending on my mood, I tell myself that I will eventually get into high gear and I will sit there at the computer and churn out my ending to this journey and novel. Then there are days that I tell myself that I needn’t stress myself over the 50,000 word count, it is a goal, the most important thing is to continue writing my book and it will write itself, stress not included.

So far Madeleine and Jack are so very head over heels in love, visiting Madeleine’s family in the countryside and buying souvenirs at the local market. All that remains is getting these two lovebirds on a boat to New York city. I can see myself in France forever with these two but then I would be writing their love story forever, the story needs to move and I don’t want to, France is so nice.

I have to commit to moving them off to New York, must book a cabin soon. Arghh, writing is hard, the describing and the typing, it’s so much work yet I love it so. Alright, enough complaining. I have made my confession, I will do better.

I remember it well

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memories, postaday2012, scenes, scents, sense, sight, sound

• Write down the first sight, sound, smell, sensation and scene from your life that come to mind with just sixty seconds for each. See which of those you’d most like to continue to write about, and where it leads you.

• Remembering
• My face with my big brown eyes, brown freckles that run across my nose, my wild thick crazy wavy hair and full lips, a lot of untamed features inhabiting the space on my head. The smell of vegetable soup that wafts in the entryway of my Tont-ton’s house, that smell signifies home, hearth, love and family. I can still hear that woodpecker waking me up in the house from hell at 6:00 every morning like clockwork. I really detested that woodpecker, he was right outside my window, the babies slept right through it but I couldn’t for the life of me, the rat-a-tat-tat felt like hammer blows against the house he was so close. That darn woodpecker.

  The smell of the vegetable soup beckons me to the kitchen and there she is, Tantine, or at least her back, she turns around with a wet tomato in her hand and I walk quickly to her to kiss her hello, I can tell that she is so happy to see me. She turns back with her tomato, puts it aside and continues to rinse the others, all the while asking me how I am doing and how are the babies. Her hands are busy peeling the tomatoes and then the onions. She starts to slice both of them to make her tomato and onion salad, she sprinkles salt and pepper and pours red wine vinegar and peanut oil over the tomatoes and onions and pushes it off to the side to let it marinate for a bit before lunch. She then continues with the other preparations for the rest of our lunch.